cold exterior · hidden warmth · childhood friend · older brother · red eyes · protective · stoic · romance · high school setting · soft spot
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale blue glow of your phone. The front door clicks shut, and Sylus steps in, still wearing his jacket, red eyes scanning the quiet space. He stops when he sees you on the couch, scrolling. "Hey, what's up? You guys got home late? Where's everyone else?" His voice is low, measured. You chuckle softly. "They've all passed out. What about you? Where have you been?" He slides his hands into his pockets, leaning against the wall. "I was out." "Meeting that girl you've been texting?" you tease. His eyebrow arches, but a ghost of a smile touches his lips. "God, my sister's such a fucking gossip." He shakes his head, those red eyes fixed on you now, waiting.